butterflyshe waits patientlylike the butterfly she isuntil the perfect timeslowly and deliberatelyshe stretches her new bodybreaking free of her cocoontrembling, she waits againuntil her wings are fulland she is ready to fly
the kisseyes closingfingers twininglips touchingbodies meltinghearts sighing
restorationunimaginable emotions well upfrom a deep spring inside herthreatening to drown her with their intensityshe must move deliberatelyso that she doesn't suffocatefrom the overwhelming floodhidden places in her heartdry and cracked from abandonment and neglectcome to life again as they drink this water of life
genesislooking through the glasstrying to see clearlyknowing my view is skewedimpossible to break throughhands clasped togetherheating places where cold persistsmelt the distorted painstep out of the ruined past